Chapter 214
My phone rings and it's Wren calling. When I press it to my ear and answer, someone snatches my phone through the open window and when my eyes land on them, I notice it's a child. He's running with my phone and I push the door open and run after him, yelling like a lunatic.
"Hey! Give me my phone back, you little spoilt brat!" I say through gritted teeth. Luckily he trips and I catch him and take my phone.
"Kids these days are little monsters," I say to myself as the boy runs away. When I look back at where my car is, Scott is standing outside and mouths 'sorry'. I guess he was too busy staring at the house that he didn't notice me running out of the car. He slowly gets back into the car.
Wait. The house... The Dawson house.
When I turn to my right, there it is and guess who I see approaching the gate where there's a newspaper lying on the ground? Blake fucking-asshole Dawson.
Oh shit!
"Kyrah? Is... is that you?" he shouts.
"Fuck," I curse under my breath. He's already seen me so I turn to look at him. He's holding a bottle of whiskey and he looks dead-ass drunk as hell.
"What are you doing here? Did you come to see me?" he asks drunkenly as he grabs the newspaper from the ground and winks at me.
"I missed you. Tell me you missed me too, love," he says and I almost gag at the last word.
"You're drunk," I say and begin walking fast to my car. Blake yells out my name as he opens the gate and drags his weak legs outside, he tries to run but he nearly falls.
Don't look at him. Keep walking!
When I get to my car, Scott tries to get out but I tell him not to. I hurry and lock myself inside.
"Don't go after him. I don't want you two to get into a fight plus I don't have anything to say to Blake, so we better get going," I say as I put my seat belt on. Blake is staggering his way towards my car and I hate how he looks in a white robe full of whiskey and other filthy stains. His hair is unruly, he has dark circles under his eyes and his skin looks whiter than snow. He doesn't look healthy at all.
"Yes you do," Scott says and I stare at him like he just grew a second head.
"Sorry, what?" I look at him, surprise written all over my face.
"Sometimes you just have to grab the bull by its horns," he says while staring ahead at a very slow Blake.
"Kyrah, talk to me," Blake mumbles and drinks from his bottle as he sluggishly nears my car. Then Scott's words sink in well and deep. I should probably smack Blake's face for all the pain he caused me. I find myself squeezing the steering wheel, gnashing my teeth and feeling as if steam is escaping me through my ears as I remember every bad thing he did to me. Then I open the door but Scott stops me by touching my arm gently.
"Tell him that I'll be coming for him. For what he did to you," Scott says, calmly but in his eyes I can see a raging fire that for a second I fail to recognize who he is.
I take a deep breath and walk towards Blake. I grab his arm roughly and drag him back to the gate. He takes a long swig from his bottle and a pungent smell hits me so hard that I begin feeling nauseated.
"God! When's the last time you took a shower?" I ask as I pinch my nose and he sniffles.
"Kyrah, I am so... sorry. I am happy to see you again. I heard what happened to you. I... I was stupid and I... I never came to see you at the hospital and–" I cut him off.
"I see. Word sure travels fast," I say as I cross my hands in front of me. He eyes me up and down and smirks.
"I sure missed this sexy bod–"
SMACK!
I surely wasn't expecting him to say that. Who the hell does he think he is?
"Fuck you!" I curse at him.
"A hundred times. You can start by taking your pants off," he smirks again and I curve my fists into tight balls, trying to calm myself down, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
"I only have one message for you. A certain person says that he'll be coming for you, for what you did to me," I say boldy.
"Oh yeah? And who's that?" Blake asks and spits on the ground.
"Scott Stone," I say proudly with a raised brow. Blake pauses for a moment and bursts out laughing until he accidentally pours more whiskey onto himself.
"Dead men tell no tales, Kyrah," he chuckles and burps loudly.
Disgusting!
"Well, in my world, they do," I say and I walk back to my car. I am sure Blake hasn't seen Scott. I am also surprised that he even found out that I had an accident. Maybe Sabrina told him about it? Or some of his friends? Or maybe he watched the news.
As I drive on the highway, I can feel Scott's eyes on me.
"Well, now you've seen him with your own eyes," I say.
"Yap. He never deserved you," Scott says and for the rest of the journey back home, we both choose to stay quiet.
Seeing Blake today honestly ruined my entire day.
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